CHAPTER SEVEN
Get a Clue.
NOTE: DramaticStarlet asked the age of Dougie in this story, since in real life I think he is either nineteen or twenty, not to sure hah. But, he is the same age as he is right now, and Miley is her regular age. He won't be dating her or anything; she just has a crush on an older guy. Hopefully that clears it all up!
Nick's Point of View.
The feeling I get whenever I go shopping with Hannah and Miley is coming back to me. The one where you just want to get the heck out of that clothing store and into the real world, with video games and real music unlike the stuff they listen to – I call it junk, but they call it 'bubblegum pop'. I need to get back out into the real world with golfing, monster trucks, and things that don't involve you and a ton of other kids standing six feet away from a 'complete masterpiece' or a 'brilliant piece of art!'
Looking over to my left, for some unknown reason I get some sort of pleasure in knowing that Oliver is hating this just as much as I am. His left arm is slung over one of the poles that is holding a sign with a large obnoxious yellow arrow pointing down a brightly lit hallway.
As if people don't know which way the exit is.
"Oliver, we need to get out of here!" I whisper, my shoulders dropping as Mr. Paul lead us deeper and deeper down the hallway.
He nodded, and dramatically let his body fall limp, the only thing holding him up is the sign. "Here, here."
Looking around me, I need to find a way out of here. If I hate to look at one more painting of something my little brother could draw, I'm going to crack. How is this art when it looks like they are painting with their eyes closed?
"Got any ideas?" I ask, even though his ideas usually consist of a toboggan, jet plane, or an army tank.
He bit his lip for a few seconds before snapping his fingers. "I got it!"
I motion for him to continue, even though it will just end up being completely random and totally useless.
"We call that Peter dude, he lets us borrow his bike and we ride it around the corner."
I shove my hands deeper into my jeans pockets. "Ok, but how do we get out of the museum first?"
He narrows his eyes at me. "How am I supposed to know?! I told you what I know, jeeze you have to help to you know. I can't do the thinking for both of us."
Why does he have to be so dramatic all the time? It sucks that he is horrible at learning lines, I'm sure he could actually go somewhere in the acting world.
"Lets just sit down on the bench, I'm sure they wont notice we're not there. And if they say something, we can just say we get lost. When the time comes to go back to the hotel, we just meet them there," I state, sitting down on a metal bench as I watch our classmates move farther and farther away from us.
When I look over at Oliver, he is looking over at me expectantly.
Letting out a sigh, I roll my eyes at him. "Fine, call Hannah to get Peter over here."
He smiles and whips out his cell phone, punching in the numbers faster than I had ever seen before.
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Lilly's Point of View.
"Guys where the heck are you? We've been looking for you guys all over the place. I thought you said you were just going to the music store!" I hissed into the phone, my voice full of anger.
"I know, but we kind of got spotted by our class," Oliver replied. My jaw dropped as I looked over at Miley. Of course I knew she wouldn't care at the moment, she was still in some fantasy world consisting of her, Dougie Poynter, and her farm back in Tennessee.
"You got caught! How, why, when, Oliver!" I shouted, and a few people looked over at me.
"Chill out Lilly seriously, we're at the museum waiting for Peter and Hannah, and then we will meet you back at the hotel ok?" He was trying to calm me down, but his annoying voice was only making it worse. And the sound of Peters name made me cringe.
"Why in the world would you call Peter?"
He sighed, and I imagined he was rolling his eyes at Nick. "Because he has a bike… duh!"
Oh, so it was an obvious thing. Urg, I just wanted to take my skateboard and –
"Lilly?" I was cut off by the sound of Nick's voice.
I mumbled a 'mhm' and he continued. "Miley, Oliver and I were wondering if you wanted to come to this little coffee house talent show thing. It's just music but well… Miley isn't really here, she's with you but today she asked if you wanted to come. So do you?"
Wow, that was sure a mouthful when it only usually consisted of a few words.
"Sure, but does that mean we have to sneak out again?" I bit my cuticle, praying that the answer would be no.
There was a pause, and my hopes skyrocketed.
"Yah."
And then there was a crash.
"Why do I let you guys talk me into these things?" I asked, more to myself than Nick and Oliver.
"Because without us, you would be alone doing nothing, sulking that you didn't have any cool awesome, amazing, totally smokin hot, brilliant – "
"Ok I get it," And with that I snapped my phone shut and let out an aggravated sigh just as Miley dropped down next to me.
She had a dazed look on her face, as if she was actually sitting next to me physically, but mentally she was way off into space. I waved my hand in front of her face.
"Earth to Miley, come in Miley."
"Miley's busy right now, please leave a message after the beep," I raised my eyebrows at her. So she was still in Dougie land. I stood up quickly and grabbed her by the hand, dragging her down the street.
Usually she fights me when I drag her, but she was being so corporative with me.
"Where are we going?" She asked, finally coming to her senses that we weren't sitting on the bench anymore.
"To get Oliver and Nick before that Peter does."
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"So then I said, 'but mom, why do you get me a pair of socks for Christmas, when everyone else gets bikes and guitars?'" Nick let out his breath, causing a curl to fly up into the air and drop back down again. Oliver had been retelling his childhood holidays for over a half hour now, and he was getting a little bored.
Nick finally concluded that he would much rather be looking at old, ugly paintings.
Jumping up from the table the two boys had been sitting at outside, Nick ran over to Lilly and Miley. "Thank god, what took you so long!?"
Miley laughed and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nick looked shocked, but reluctantly wrapped his arms around her torso.
"I got tickets!" She squealed once she pulled away. I watched as Nick looked away, then finally turned back and gave her the thumbs up, a smile on his face.
"Great. How many did you get?" He questioned, looking from Miley over to me. I noticed that Oliver had taken a spot next to me.
"Two," She pointed to my bag, indicating that I had them. "And you're coming, I'm so excited! Aren't you exited?" She asked, her smile turning into a toothy grin. Nick nodded his head, as the four of us started walking away from the museum as quickly as possible. We had decided not to wait around for Hannah, but instead just follow the sidewalk that lead to the mall.
You know, kind of like 'follow the yellow brick road' only the brick was red.
"Guys!" I heard, followed by a tap on the shoulder. Turning around I was surprised to see Hannah and Peter standing behind us. His converse covered feet were flat on the ground, holding the bike in place as she rested her elbows on his shoulders, still standing on the bike.
"Hannah, don't stand on there like that. They broke off when Oliver was doing that," I pointed to the spikes and Oliver nodded from beside me.
"Don't worry, they are safe," Peter reassured me, he to nodding his head. Apparently Hannah was going to listen to him, over her two best friends who basically lived on wheels.
Oliver sucked in his breath. Nick and Miley were off in their own little conversation, waiting for us to hurry up. We had to make it back to the hotel the same time our class did.
"Hannah, I think we better get going. We just ran into the class and the museum tour is almost over," Oliver stated, urging her to jump off the metal poles. She dramatically jumped off, holding her arms out to her side.
"Happy?" She asked, her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Ecstatic." I replied, matching her tone.
"I think I'm going to head home. I still have to deliver these papers," Peter said, mounting his bike once again.
Miley over at him, and her face lit up. "Hey, we're all going to this little music night at this café, you want to come?" I spun around to face her, shooting her the dirtiest glares I could muster. She was oblivious.
"Yes, that sounds brilliant!" He smiled his corky smile and nodded at Hannah as Nick handed him the folder that had been shoved in his pocket. "See you all there."
I watched him ride down the street, secretly hoping he would hit a rock and fall or embarrass himself in front of Hannah – he didn't.. Jeeze, why did I have it in for this guy? I didn't even know him.
"Yay, I'm so excited Peter can come!" Hannah clapped her hands as she squealed with joy. She didn't even know what we were going to – for all she knows, we could be going to a local band playing in a smoky old café full of cockroaches.
I think it's time for her to get a clue. This Peter is bad news and I am going to do anything in my power to prove it to her. But first, I need help from the best person for the job. The guy who doesn't care if he is making a complete fool of himself.
"Hey Oliver?"
A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry about not updating in awhile, but I have been having major writers block for this chapter. I think I re-wrote it like three times. I'm still not to happy with the outcome but oh well, it's basically just a filler anyways. Thank you so much for the reviews, they just make me so happy! Yesterday I just found out that my dad is letting me go to Europe on a school trip! I am so excited, there is like no words to describe it!! We're not going to London, but we are going to Paris! Anyways, please review and help me continue this good mood I am in!
